Sunken Garden Poem by Mary Spain

Sunken Garden

Rating: 4.8

On Summer afternoons, from two to four,
The sunshine's probing fingers gently trace
A passage 'twixt the city roofs to pour
In fullness on a basement dwelling place.
Here, tended by the occupant within,
A little garden manages to grow.
Each corner for a pot or earth-filled tin
Is utilised; and from these efforts flow
Such unexpected Summer flowers that we
Who pass, heads bent and lost in thought, for this
Brief moment waken from our dreams to see
A world made brighter by such loveliness.
A little garden? No! My heart denies
That such a paradise be judged by size.

Joseph Daly 14 August 2006

This is a wonderful piece Mary. I particularlylike the last ffour lines which present a strong potrayal of creation.

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David Desantis 21 April 2008

that's excellent. I love how you challenge the scope of the garden. great job

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Fay Slimm 21 September 2008

Raised the hairs on the back of my neck again Mary, you are a wizard.... I love the way you wield that penbrush of yours to take us right into the picture with you. Thanks.

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Koyel Mitra 22 September 2008

Lovely painting of a garden with your words.A 10!

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Kesav Easwaran 23 October 2008

good write...very pleasing to read, have a devoted 'gardener mind....10

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Bryan Sefton 02 June 2021

What a gem of a poem!

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ANNIE LEMEUTHE 21 January 2019

BONJOUR MARY OUI je me souviens de ce petit jardin.DE ces qq jours passés à londres, et également chez ta maman; il y a si longtemps.ORLEANS devrait te rappeler des souvenirs.bises annie.

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Lawerence Mize 16 September 2014

Great poem. So much said with so little words.

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Edmund Calleja 14 December 2010

As said, no matter the size, what lies therein matters. Lovely poem.

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Sarwar Chowdhury 10 September 2009

beautifully penned! superb! 10+

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